“Annie… Annie…” I hear being whispered up at my window while I sleep.
“Psssst… Annie, open your window….”
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
I stumble around looking for my pants… no wait, where are my glasses… I recognise the voice outside so reassure Cam and the kids to go back to sleep.
It’s my friend Courtney from down the street and at first I’m wondering if she’s inviting me for a walk with the dogs at… 6:50am?!!? WAY too early in the morning for me. I’m wondering if I shouldn’t have mentioned I’d seen her the other morning walking her dogs and had considered joining her.
I’m a wreak at the door but Courtney’s usual cheery smile puts a smile on my face too. Hey, it’s pretty gorgeous out this early morning. She’s woken me to take a picture of the moon. I’d missed snapping a shot of it the night before so I actually appreciate the gesture. If I can only make my brain understand how to work my camera…. and find my birks.
We sneak into the backyard of some sleeping person’s house and snap a few shots. Me, in my tank top, jogging pants and pink down coat and Courtney in her pink flannel pj’s (Eek! Cat’s out of the bag now, Courtney!). We’re a sight. It takes me a minute to identify the slightly confused but thoroughly humoured face of the guy that drives by as we walk back to my house.
So here it is, the photo of the so called Super Moon. Brilliantly orange and hanging over Dodge Cove across the harbour from where I live. I wish I’d captured it better but just being there and seeing it with my own eyes was enough.